Delicious Surrender

Iris and Joe were still gasping above me, small whimpers slipping from Iris’s lips as she rode the final, trembling waves of her explosive orgasm. He stayed buried deep inside her; both of their sexes quivering and throbbing together, his cock pulsing with every aftershock while her walls fluttered around him, milking the last drops of his release. When he finally began the slow pull out, her slick lips gripped him tightly, **** to let go. His cock emerged shiny and glistening, coated thick with the creamy white of his cum mixed with her juices, every vein highlighted.

I lapped my tongue along his shaft immediately; slow, hungry; tasting them both in one long, filthy stroke. But the moment before his cockhead slipped free, I pressed the tip of my tongue right against Iris’s clit and opened my mouth wide, eyes burning with raw hunger.

His cum poured out; thick, warm, and heavy; falling straight onto my waiting tongue in slow, decadent trails. I moaned at the taste, letting it pool in my mouth before swallowing greedily. Joe stepped back, giving me full access, his hand gently stroking Iris’s back as I rose higher and sealed my mouth over her slit.

More of his load flowed, warm, salty-sweet, mixed with the unmistakable flavor of her arousal. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, gripping her ass cheeks firmly and pulling her closer, devouring every drop I could reach. Her cunt was still pulsing, open and used, leaking his cum in thick, creamy rivers that I devoured eagerly.

God… they tasted so fucking perfect together. The sweet femininity of Iris’s pussy blended with the rich, masculine salt of Joe’s load created something addictive, something I already knew would become my new obsession. I swallowed another heavy mouthful, thrusting my tongue deeper; lapping greedily at her inner walls, scooping out every last drop while Iris moaned and shuddered above me.

I swallowed again, feeling it slide warmly down my throat. My tongue kept working, worshipful, cleaning her completely while she trembled and whimpered my name.

“Oh god, Emmy! Your tongue… oh GOD!” Iris’s voice cracked as she lowered herself further, thighs pressing against my ears, smothering me in her heat. I opened my eyes and saw Joe smiling down at us; wicked, gently pushing her down so I could feast even deeper.

I smiled against her pussy, the corners of my mouth curving up as I swallowed once more. This is what I wanted. Both of them. Like this. Mine.

We weren’t just sharing him with each other anymore. Iris and I both knew we would be sharing him with Sabrina… with her dancers… with those stylists who had looked at him like they were starving. The thought sent a fresh rush of heat through me, my own pussy dripping as I continued to lap at Iris.

Any worry about Joe’s stamina had been completely shattered tonight. He fucked me next while Iris kissed him, kissed me; our bodies tangled, mouths meeting, hands roaming. We came again and again; on his cock, on each other’s tongues; until the sheets were soaked and our voices were hoarse. He was insatiable, cumming over and over, each load just as thick and powerful as the last, no sign of fatigue, no softening. His body was a machine, and we were the lucky ones who got to worship it.

Finally, Iris and I collapsed together; hearts racing, bodies wrecked and glistening; completely devoted to each other. Joe lay between us, one arm around each of our waists, pulling us close. “I never imagined my life would be this intense,” he admitted.

This was our new normal. A threesome not only in bed, but in life; professional and personal. We drifted into sleep, sated, tangled, and utterly content.

Suddenly, the world shifted.

Iris and I sat up with a gasp; our bodies once pressed against Joe, legs curled around his waist. Where he had been lying moments ago, the sheets were still warm… but empty, his imprint still molded onto the bed. The silence hit us next; thick, unnatural. No hum of the central air. No distant city sounds. Nothing.

Then Joe’s voice called out from across the room.

We turned our heads. There he stood; naked, calm, powerful; framed by a shimmering portal. Its edges glowed with soft, ethereal light, opening into vast, endless darkness.

“I have something to show you,” he told us, voice steady and full of quiet promise.

(Coming soon, The Convergence)